The St. James house was huge, the ballroom where they’d had the ceremony flanked on one side with French doors leading to the garden and the other side opening to the foyer and rooms beyond. He’d seen it all before, though, so Rico didn’t pay much attention. He was too busy wondering what was up with Gina. What was the deal? She flirted and chatted up most guys like crazy, but acted like he was the devil and had just propositioned her for a piece of her soul. His eyes fixed on the tempting sway of her hips. He had to admit, it wasn’t her soul he wanted a piece of. But there were rules to be respected. He wasn’t the kind of guy who chased after a woman just for sex. At least, not when the woman was his sister’s friend. “Scaring off the girls?” Carlos asked, the question followed by a punch to the shoulder. “You need to work on that, little brother. You’re the last one of us left loose and single. If we’re gonna marry you off, you can’t make them run away.” “Don’t you have anything better to do than hassle me?
